Volume One, Chapter 94: Sin

“Hmph! Others might fear Zhang Weidong, but I certainly don’t!” Upon hearing Li Ying’s words, He Chao immediately puffed out his frail chest, looking as if he feared neither heaven nor earth.

“So now you’ve grown so bold, kid? Not even afraid of me?” A lazy voice drifted in from the doorway.

Ling Hao had no intention of explaining further. Li Bingqing was just an ordinary person—how could she possess his keen insight? Ling Hao dared to claim that, in Longjiang City, the number of people who could discern the mayor’s illness could be counted on one hand.

“Sir, I have a different opinion from Lord Guan,” Cui Chengzhang said, cupping his hands. As he spoke the latter part, he turned to face Guan Yun.

When people come into money, they always want to clean up their reputation, gild themselves, and make sure wherever they go, others see them as part of high society. Fan Lao’er was no exception.

Ailuluomei carried herself with elegance, hands poised as she halted her steps. Her gaze gradually turned cold, and as she swept her eyes across his face, it was as if the air shattered with the sound of breaking ice.

“I am from Dragon Tiger Mountain, disciple number... Greetings, Sage of the Mortal World.” Master Zhang, heir to a thousand-year-old sect, immediately spoke in the tone he knew the Zhao family favored.

Ye Tian showed no fear. With a series of incantations, he unleashed the third form of the Divine Descent technique. A colossal giant clad in purple armor appeared and launched a fist forward.

Those who have been reincarnated are often rejected by heaven and earth—not only must they endure calamities and tribulations, heavenly thunder and disaster, but they also face numerous restrictions. For example, they must reach their previous life’s realm within a set time, or else be consumed by karmic flames from their past, nearly impossible to withstand, ultimately ending in utter annihilation.

The orphans behind had already observed Teacher Li and Zhang Yichao’s demonstration. Imitating their example, they all successfully received their meals.

“I don’t know... In any case, since Herder wants to release it, we’d best not touch that thing.” Matga replied calmly.

Ling Hao unable to use mystical arts? Nonsense! Back in Longhua City, he had slain five tribulation-stage experts with a single sword—if that wasn't a spell, what was?

Swallowing hard, Su Qiancheng’s trembling hands reached out to remove Ling Yuxing’s suit jacket, then began unbuttoning his shirt.

As others whispered among themselves, it became clear that Zhao Xun could modify the power array on the ship.

Jian Xuan remained detached, watching as He Delong and Zhao Zhongren were encircled. A strange light flickered in his eyes.

Fortunately, Sun Yi possessed the Golden Palace Dharma Body. Otherwise, his entire foundation might have scattered to the winds, lost without a trace.

As for when the city lord returned and discovered something amiss, by then the war would likely be over. No matter how he investigated, he would never uncover the true nature of what happened.

Suddenly unable to hold his knife, Zhao Xun followed up with another punch to the shoulder, causing Xiao Qing to collapse to his knees.

He left the task assignments to Zhou Peiqin, checked the time, then picked up his teaching materials and the items bought for Liang Er’ya, heading out to the ancestral hall to teach the children.

The world spun, dizziness swept over her. Barely able to sit up, Su Qiancheng fell heavily back onto the bed, her head feeling even heavier.

With a soft slap, Dong Yajie tossed the remaining pastry onto the plate. She wanted to spit out what was in her mouth but thought it too childish, so she continued to chew in frustration.

“Hehehe, congratulations to Brother Cao on ascending to the throne. From beast attire to dragon robes.” Zhan Wuxiong laughed ostentatiously, his smile not reaching his eyes. It was clear he looked down on Cao Xiaotian.

“We are acting under imperial orders to apprehend the fugitive. Any obstruction will be met with lethal force.” A cold, murderous voice echoed through every corner of the capital.

The great eagle soared over the gradually golden fields, landing in the mountain courtyard.